As the evening shadows lengthenon the homestead of the sisters,and the sounds of summer minglewith the lapping of the waters,then the summons to the campfireripples out to friends and cousins,and the family comes togetherin a circle on the sand.

In the dwindling hours of daylightwith the seagulls swooping, diving,on the lake they call a beaconringed with cedar and with maple,once again the fire is startedin the ring of stone at sundown,where the spirit gently risesand the water meets the land.